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karatekels · 6 months

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TIGmas Day #1 - Person of Interest

Happy first day of TIGmas everybody! I’m so excited to finally start this off! This fic is for @virgo-mess, whose own writing has made me so happy! Thanks for being such a great part of the TIG community, virgo, and I hope you enjoy!

TW: semi-public sex (people definitely know what’s going on), graphic sex, gagging

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Person of Interest

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Reader’s POV:

“Turn right at the light,” you dictate from the passenger’s seat, and the driver nods, following your instructions. The two of you are on the way to your precinct’s annual Christmas party, and you have been really looking forward to it – it’s been months since you’ve seen your coworkers.

You and Jacob, your chauffeur for the evening, had been undercover for the past nine months, acting as a betrothed couple and scoping out jewelry stores that were part of an underground smuggling network. Jacob was from a neighbouring precinct, and you hadn’t known him before your assignment, but you had quickly become fast friends – and convincing paramours, though you were glad the latter part of your relationship could be dropped now that the necessary arrests had been made.

Jacob was tall, blond, and classically handsome, so it wasn’t that it was difficult to keep up the pretense of being attracted to him for that reason. But he was head-over-heels for his actual girlfriend, which had made things awkward more than once during your time undercover. You weren’t involved with anyone romantically prior to your assignment, and were almost grateful; you’re not sure it would have been possible for you to be so convincing if your heart belonged to someone else.

“What do you think your coworkers are going to think about our big news?” Jacob jokes, and you groan, trying once again to get the engagement ring off of your finger. It fit you a little too perfectly, and you had been trying in vain to get it off of your finger for days now. You really didn’t want to have it cut off – Jacob had been planning on proposing to his girlfriend with it on New Year’s Eve – but at this point you’re running out of options.

“I would hope that these people know me well enough that they won’t assume I disappeared for almost a year to go run off with some guy,” you reply, sticking your tongue out at him. “It’s the third house on the left.”

Jacob is still chuckling as he pulls the car over, parking across the street from the house – there were vehicles parked everywhere, letting you know that the party was likely in full swing. You’re feeling rather nervous as you exit the car; you’d only told the hostess of the party – the Captain’s wife, Charlotte – that you and Jacob were coming tonight. Everyone except the Captain still thought that you were away on your assignment, and hadn’t even been told what it entailed when you had left.

You approach the front door with Jacob, a few giftwrapped bottles of liquor bundled in your arms, and Jacob rings the doorbell. You take a deep breath, hoping that you’re welcomed back into the group with open arms.

Cash’s POV:

He’s already on his sixth beer… he thinks.

He wasn’t even planning on coming tonight, but Charlotte had cornered him a week ago and bullied him into accepting her oh-so-gracious invitation. He hadn’t been able to think of a viable excuse at the time and reluctantly gave in to the demands of the small, older woman. Just as well – he didn’t want to get on the Captain’s bad side anymore than he already was by upsetting his wife.

But truly, what was the point in having him here? He wasn’t particularly sociable amongst the other officers in the precinct; he had only been somewhat close with his partner, Y/N, but she had disappeared on some assignment ages ago without so much as a heads up to him.

His hand clenches his bottle tightly, to distract himself from the way his heart mirrors the action.

Y/N…

Cash knew that it was wishful thinking, hoping that you would show up here tonight, but he hadn’t been able to help himself. It’s been 273 days since you disappeared, and he’s missed you every single one of them. There had been other feelings, too – anger, hurt, and rejection among the most prominent – but he always went to bed praying that you were alright and would be back at your desk, right next to his, the next morning.

He takes another sip of his beverage, trying to wash the bitter taste from his mouth. Surely you could have told him something before you’d left, at least… but you hadn’t, and it stung.

He’d become something of a loose cannon since your abrupt departure. You’d always been the more level-headed one between you, and without you by his side to keep him rational, he’d gotten himself into trouble more than once, ultimately resulting in a brief suspension that hadn’t helped his brooding surliness.

The same brooding surliness he was displaying now, leaning against a wall by himself in the middle of a lively Christmas party, surrounded by lights and decorations and happiness.

He was starting to sound like the Grinch, even to himself.

There’s a knock at the door, and Cash briefly contemplates how many more people would need to show up for him to be able to slip away unnoticed. He couldn’t stand being around all this merriment, not feeling as low as he does.

“Y/N! You made it!” Charlotte’s voice is clear over the din of the party, and everyone seems to fall silent, surprised by the announcement of your arrival.

Cash’s heart leaps into his throat, but he doesn’t move from his place on the wall as the entryway is immediately crowded by others wanting to greet you. And why wouldn’t they? You possessed a downright magical degree of kindness, the type that was normally squashed out of everyone in your line of work relatively early on. But no, not you. You were the department’s shining light, always willing to go the extra mile for anything and anyone.

“Will you all back up already and let us breathe?!” he hears you snap at the throng of people, and he can’t help but crack a grin. Kind but cutting; just as he remembered.

The crowd parts, and as it does, Cash seems to replay your words in slow motion. Let us breathe, you had said?

And then he sees you, your sparkling dark green dress revealed as a lanky blond helps you remove your coat.

Cash sees red at the dazzling smile you give the other man, immediately forcing himself to move out of your line of sight, recognizing that he needs to get himself together now, before he puts a hole through one of the Captain’s walls.

You found someone?! he thinks to himself in anguish, downing the rest of his beer in an attempt to swallow the lump that has formed in his throat. You disappear out of the blue for nine months, before he can work up the courage to ask you out, and then come back with some moron wrapped around your finger?

He knows the sense of betrayal he’s feeling towards you is unjust, but he also knows that he doesn’t fucking care.

Whatever. You showing up with your boy toy gives him ample opportunity to slip away; you were perfect… the perfect distraction, that is.

Right.

He moves to loop around the lower level of the house to the front closet, looking for his coat.

“Hi, Cash.”

He jumps despite himself at the sound of your voice – how long has he been waiting to hear it, to hear his name coming from your lips? – and whirls around, looking down at you.

How dare you look up at him with such happiness in your eyes when you belong to someone else?

And you have the audacity to look radiant, too. He’s been wanting to see you for so long, thought about you so often that he notices every difference about you. You’re a little thinner after your time away, your hair quite a bit longer, but you’re still you, albeit dolled up and wrapped in sequined fabric that makes it even more difficult to look away from you.

“Y/N,” he replies to your greeting in a hoarse voice. Your smile fades for a moment, your brows creasing at his less-than-enthusiastic response, and he pushes past the pang of guilt that rings through his chest. No, this was your fault, not his.

“It’s so good to see you again!” you bounce back from his sour reaction quickly, all smiles as always. The honesty in your voice hurts him and leaves him confused.

“So you’re back, then?” he asks curtly, turning back to the closet to grab his jacket, throwing it over his arm. He can’t even look at you without getting butterflies in his stomach, for Christ’s sake…

“Yeah, the undercover part of the case is over. I’m back on Monday,” you offer weakly, clearly still perplexed by the way he’s acting towards you. “Are you leaving? I was hoping we could catch up…” your voice is sad as you reach up to put a hand on his arm. He tenses at the contact, abruptly turning to face you once again, and that’s when he sees it.

A fucking engagement ring on your finger, the large diamond at its centre practically winking at him as it sparkles in the Christmas lights.

He has to get away from you, right fucking now.

“Yeah, I am. Just need to thank the hosts,” he says abruptly, brushing past you without another word. He moves through the house, opening a random door tucked under the stairs and disappearing behind it, needing to calm down before he hits the road.

Reader’s POV:

You tamp down the hurt you’re feeling at Cash giving you the cold shoulder, returning to Jacob’s side where he’s talking to Charlotte. Sure, you had expected him to be a little mad at you for disappearing all of a sudden, but for him to be this upset really takes you by surprise. Cash was always a bit standoffish, but never cold, never cruel…

You try to push the thoughts of him aside for now, telling yourself you’ll straighten everything out come Monday.

“Y/N, there you are!” Charlotte exclaims, giving you another warm hug. You can’t help but give her a smile – she was like a surrogate mother to everyone in the precinct, occasionally doting on you all to the point of being overbearing, but always well-intentioned in her efforts.

“Here I am!” you reply cheerfully, trying to get back into the festive mood. “I see you’re getting to know my fake fiancé,” you add with a giggle, and Jacob preens at the title. He would be coming by regularly over the next few weeks as you worked on the reports and filing of evidence for the upcoming court case, and you figured this would be a good place to introduce him to your colleagues.

“Jacob is lovely; he was just telling me about Emily,” Charlotte replies with a fond smile for the younger man before she turns on you. “And when exactly do you plan on getting yourself a real fiancé of your own, hmm?” she teases, giving you a stern expression.

“I just got back after nine months, mom,” you respond, sticking your tongue out at her playfully. “You try finding a man who’s okay with this kind of work!”

“I already have,” she replies, looking across the room to her husband. You see their eyes meet; they still looked at each other like they were falling in love all over again, even after decades of marriage, and while the sight is heartwarming it also leaves you feeling empty. Would you ever have anything even close to that with someone?

“I don’t mean to pester you with favours on your first day back with us, Y/N, but could you head into the basement and grab a couple more bottles of red for me?” Charlotte asks with a pleading expression.

“Of course, ‘Lottie,” you reply with a friendly smile, heading towards the door under the stairs that she had pointed out to you. You open it, the stairs dark but the basement light on, and head down, hoping to avoid any spiders.

Instead, you find something much worse: Cash, looking furious.

“What the hell are you doing down here?” he demands, scowling at you, and you find your hurt at the way he’s treating you quickly being burned away by the anger you feel at his childish behaviour. You didn’t often lash out at people when you were frustrated, but Cash Ewing was well on his way to testing your patience and being on the receiving end of your ire.

“Charlotte asked me to grab some more wine. What are you doing down here? Get lost trying to find the front door? I thought you were leaving,” you sneer at him, walking past him to the wine rack and selecting a couple bottles of merlot. You don’t notice the intense way his eyes track you across the room.

“Why do you care whether I leave or not?” he snaps back, raising an inquisitive eyebrow at you. You roll your eyes at him dismissively, moving past him to head back upstairs. You’re not sure what had happened during your time away to make Cash so dismissive, so angry, but you aren’t going to let it get to you tonight.

“I don’t care, Cash. So sorry for interrupting your little brooding session; I’ll leave you to it,” you say with a sigh, marching up the stairs. Someone has closed the door to the basement since you’ve opened it, so you readjust the bottles of wine in your arms to grab the doorknob.

It doesn’t budge.

You try again, and again, eventually setting down the bottles on the step below you so that you can grab the knob with both hands, pulling and pushing and twisting to no avail. Frustrated, you start pounding on the door angrily with both fists.

“Hello?! HELLO?!” you call, trying to make yourself heard over the din of the party.

“What’s wrong? Can’t even open a door?” Cash’s amused voice cuts through your screaming and punching at the door. You whirl around angrily to face him, having forgotten just how quiet he could be, frustrated that you’re still having to look up at him even though he’s standing a couple stairs below you.

“Hey genius, it’s locked. You try to get it open, if you’re so smart,” you snarl at him, gesturing towards the door and pressing yourself against the wall to give him space to get to it. He takes care to elbow past you anyways, even though you had given him more than enough room, and you glare at his back as he tries the knob.

You bite your tongue to hide a smile as it doesn’t open, smugly enjoying Cash getting frustrated, pounding on the door himself. There’s movement at the door, and someone slips a folded piece of paper underneath the crack at the bottom of the door. Cash, tall and distracted by trying to break the door down, doesn’t notice, so you reach past his feet to grab it.

“Excuse me, Detective,” you say sarcastically, trying to get his attention. “We’ve been given a message,” you add once he turns, waving the piece of paper at him. His forehead creases in confusion, and you open the note, recognizing Charlotte’s handwriting and frowning at the words.

“It just says ‘Talk to each other – Figure it out’,” you inform him, growling when he snatches the piece of paper out of your hand to read it himself. Had Cash always been such a self-important, pompous asshole?

Ignoring him, you stomp back down the stairs, throwing yourself onto the old couch. You know enough about Charlotte to know that she’s serious about her meddling, and stubborn enough to not let you out until she was satisfied that you and Cash had… what? Mended your friendship? You don’t even know why he’s being so rude in the first place!

You hear Cash start to pound on the door again, grumbling curses to himself, and roll your eyes, crossing your arms over his chest and waiting him out.

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Unfortunately, you imagine at least ten minutes have gone by, and he’s still trying to get someone’s attention. Clearly, your hopes that he would independently come to the conclusion that you both needed to listen Charlotte aren’t going to come to fruition.

“Are you really so scared of having a conversation with me, Cash Ewing?!” you call up to him mockingly, grinning to yourself when the banging immediately stops and you hear him start to stomp down the stairs. If there’s one thing that Cash hated, it was being called a coward.

You manage to rearrange your features into a neutral mask before he comes back into view, looking down at you on the couch with a severe expression.

“I would’ve thought you’d be more bothered, Y/N,” he hisses at you, his blue eyes bright in his anger. “It’s not exactly a good look, being locked away at a party with another man while your fiancé is in the next room.”

Your mouth falls open, and no sound comes out; all you can do is gape at him.

He makes no move to break the silence, glaring down at you, arms crossed and jaw clenched.

You burst out laughing, unable to help yourself as the reality of the situation hits you. Cash was acting like this because he thought you were with Jacob? Because he was jealous?!

Cash leans down, caging you against the couch with his strong arms and getting in your face.

“And just what exactly is so funny?” he snarls, his eyes locked with yours. Your laughter dies in your throat.

You shove him away from you angrily before answering; you had never let Cash intimidate you before, and you certainly aren’t about to start now.

“Jacob and I aren’t engaged, you moron,” you inform him coldly, crossing your arms again. He stares pointedly at the ring on your finger instead of offering a response, not denying that the issue of your relationship status is the reason why he’s acting like such a big, dumb baby.

“It’s stuck,” you admit with a chuckle. “We were undercover as a couple during our assignment, and I can’t get it off.”

Cash stares at you in silence, and you know him well enough to tell that he’s angry at himself right now, both for jumping to the wrong conclusion and for making his own feelings apparent in the process. Well, you certainly aren’t going to coddle him for it; he’s made you feel horrible all evening, when you’d been so excited to see him.

He’d been the first person you had searched for tonight, looking for him the moment that Charlotte had opened the front door. You’d missed him the entire time you had been away; you’re sure you talked about him to Jacob at least as much as he’d brought up Emily, maybe even more…

And when you had seen him tonight, all brooding good looks, the butterflies that you’d always felt around him came back tenfold. To know that he clearly feels the same way for you is such wonderful news.

But he’s made you feel like garbage tonight, and you don’t plan on letting that go lightly, reciprocated feelings be damned.

“I can’t believe you, Cash Ewing,” you hiss, glaring up at him defiantly. “You’ve been pissy with me all night because you’re jealous of Jacob? What gives you the right to be upset about me being in a relationship, huh?! We’ve been partners for years, and you’ve never said anything, but the first sign of me being with someone else and suddenly you’re acting lik–”

“Don’t,” he snarls, interrupting your rant, and your jaw snaps shut. So much for not letting yourself be intimidated by him…

“Where do you get off, speaking to me like that?” he seethes, his hands clenching into fists. “You disappear without a word for nine months, and then come back out of the blue with some random guy and a ring on your finger, and act like I’m not supposed to have feelings about it?!”

The jealousy looks good on him, especially when he’s dressed up for the party and out of his regular uniform. Dark dress pants, a crisp white shirt, and a blue tie that matches his eyes hanging loose around his throat… you feel yourself getting hot and bothered.

“And why, exactly, should you feel any sort of way about me being with someone else?” you snap, intent on getting a confession out of this stubborn, stupid man.

“You’re mine,” he growls possessively. You bite your tongue to keep up the façade, managing to keep your face neutral as you raise an eyebrow at him, though you’re sure you’re blushing terribly and giving yourself away.

“Who the hell do you think you are, Cash? I’m not yours; I don’t owe you anything!”

You’re intent on continuing to argue with him, but you notice that he’s stopped listening, his gaze on the ceiling above you. Irritated at his lack of focus, you tilt your head upwards to see what’s distracted him, and notice a wreath of mistletoe hanging from the ceiling above you. You fix him with another glare.

“Even now, you’re still looking around for a sign or for ‘the right time,’ instead of just being upfront and honest with me!” you scream incredulously. “You’re still scared of just acting on what you feel!”

You stand up, intent on moving away from him, from the mistletoe, from the whole situation, but he grabs your arm, pulling you against him firmly, his other hand grabbing your jaw and pulling you towards his face as he lowers your head to yours.

You make a half-hearted attempt to protest, but abandon that pursuit the instant his lips touch yours. His kiss is dominant, all-consuming, aggressive, and it makes your head spin and your toes curl. His hand moves down your arm to wrap around your waist, clutching you to him possessively, his other hand moving from your jaw to the back of your head, tangling his fingers in your hair as he turns your head to the angle he wants.

You’re briefly embarrassed by the desperate moan you let out from the intensity of the kiss, but Cash’s growl of approval makes you move past it quickly. Your hands, still crushed between your bodies, manage to grab hold of his shirt, pulling him towards you as you pour your heart and soul into the kiss.

You’d been attracted to Cash Ewing from the moment you laid eyes on him five years ago, and the crush had begun not long after that, but never in your wildest dreams (and there had been many involving him over the years) had you imagined that kissing him would feel so incredible.

Eventually, you two pull apart to catch your breath. The moment you do, you smack him in the chest, pushing him away from you.

“What makes you think you can just grab someone and –” you begin angrily, but Cash’s hand grips your chin and forces your jaw shut, his thumb over your lips.

“Shut up, Y/N,” he orders, eyes glittering down at you. “Just shut up for once. You want me to confess to you? Then you let me talk, and you listen.”

You blink up at him mutely, surprisingly even more turned on by him talking down to you like this.

“Y/N,” he begins, his voice husky as he murmurs your name, and you suppress a shiver at the sound. “I’ve wanted you from the moment I laid eyes on you. I’m crazy about you. I love the fire in your eyes when you tell people off, and how you somehow still manage to be the sweetest, kindest person in the precinct. I love the way you bite the end of your pen when you’re thinking hard about something. I love the way you’re not afraid of anything, and the way you call me an idiot when I rush into situations without thinking. I’ve loved you for years, and all that’s been keeping me going while you’ve been gone is the knowledge that I was going to finally work up the courage to tell you the minute you got back.”

He takes a couple deep breaths once he finishes his confession – Cash rarely spoke so much all at once – and you’re completely speechless, even after he releases your face from his grip. He takes the opportunity to kiss you again, your body immediately returning the gesture, but as he guides you back towards the couch you force yourself to pull away so that you can push him down first.

Kicking off your heels, you climb onto his lap, your knees to either side of his hips. Cash purrs approvingly, his large hands coming up to your hips, but you slap them away until they lay obediently at his sides. His gaze is intense as you wrap your arms around his neck, resting your forehead against his and looking deeply into his blue, blue eyes.

“I love you, Cash Ewing, I have from the moment we met. I love the way you correct typos in my reports when you think I don’t notice, and the way your tongue sticks out when you’re upset. I love that I can read you like an open book even when you try to close yourself off from the world, and I love that I always feel safe when you’re around. I thought about you constantly over the past nine months, and dreamed about finally being with you as soon as I got back. Please don’t make me wait anymore,” you whisper the request needily against his lips, kissing him fiercely.

His hands are on you again immediately, gripping your hips before moving back to squeeze your ass. You roll your hips against his encouragingly, whimpering into the kiss, and bring your hands from the back of his neck down to his chest, immediately fumbling with the buttons of his shirt. Cash leans back, watching you undress him with a great deal of satisfaction, shrugging out of his shirt the instant you finish with the buttons.

You’ve never been particularly kinky, never even considered having sex where anyone could walk in on you at any moment – your coworkers, no less – but with Cash you find yourself wanting to do anything and everything. You pull him back towards you by the loose knot of his tie, kissing him hungrily as your fingers explore the hard contours of his chest. He responds with just as much passion, kissing you like he wants to swallow you whole, his hands everywhere as he feels you up over your dress.

You reach behind you, grabbing the zipper and pulling it down, the top of the dress falling to your waist. Cash’s blue eyes darken even further as they take in your cleavage, your breasts pressed together invitingly in a black push-up bra. He slides the straps down your arms, immediately pulling the bra down, the rough pads of his fingers immediately teasing your nipples. You toss your head back, moaning wantonly, and hear him let out a low chuckle before his mouth closes around a nipple, his tongue toying with the sensitive bud in a way that has you writhing against him.

He releases you after a moment, pulling you back towards his chest, a smirk on his face from the way you’re responding to him. You glower at him, and he offers you a pleased smile in return.

“Why’d you stop?” you demand, your voice whiny with need.

“Because if you moan any louder, someone will hear and come check on us,” he says smugly, his grin widening as you blush bright red. Huffing, you slide off his lap, trying not to pout as you tug your bra back into place. You reach behind you again to pull up the zipper on your dress, but before you can Cash has pounced on you, turning you around until you were on your knees, body pressed against the back rest of the couch. He presses your face against the cushions before pressing himself against your back, leaning down to speak in your ear.

“Are you going to be able to keep yourself quiet, or do you need my help?” he asks mockingly, pulling your bra fully off you this time. You shiver against him, already breathless with need, your hands coming up to grip the back of the couch tightly. You feel Cash still behind you, before he grabs your wrist, peeling you away from the back of the couch. You look up at him questioningly.

“I’m not fucking you while you’re wearing another man’s engagement ring, even if it’s all pretend,” he tells you in a low, gravelly voice.

“Then I guess you’re not fucking me at all,” you grumble, glaring at him. “I’ve tried for days, but it won’t come off, and I can’t cut it off – Jacob wants to give it to his girlfriend.”

Cash growls at the mere mention of Jacob, and you smirk at his jealousy rearing its head again. In response, he snatches up your left hand, staring at the ring on your finger intently for a moment. Between one blink and the next, he’s taken your finger into his mouth, his tongue swirling around the ring, and you gasp at the sensation. He locks eyes with you, his gaze heated as he sucks on your finger in a way that makes you whimper, feeling filthy from the depraved act.

With one last hard suck, his mouth making a lewd, wet noise that makes your clit throb with need, Cash pulls the ring off your finger with his teeth. Not moving his gaze away from you, he spits the ring into his palm and places it on the side table. You swallow, your mouth dry, unable to say a word. Instead, your hands dart out, sliding your fingers through his belt loops and tugging him towards you by his hips. He obliges, coming closer and wrapping his arms around you, slowly laying you down on the couch and covering you with his body.

You lift your head off of the cushions to kiss him, coaxing him with your tongue to get even closer, your hands reaching between you to remove his belt, a thrill running through you as your hand brushes up against his erection through his pants. Cash hisses into your mouth, his hands moving down your body to the hem of your dress before snaking their way up under it, his fingers squeezing your thighs possessively and making you squirm underneath him. He hooks two fingers into the waistband of your panties, tugging them down your legs and off of you. In an act of pure depravity, he holds them to his face, breathing in deeply through his nose, his eyes locked with yours, and you groan at the sight, your eyes fluttering closed. You’re not sure you can take anymore of this…

A scrap of silk and lace, damp and musky, presses up against your mouth, and as your eyes snap open in your surprise, Cash stuffs your underwear into your mouth, gagging you with it. Rather than spitting curses at him the way you both likely anticipated you would at the action, you go limp, laying back against the couch without complaint, gazing up at him with wide, pleading eyes and your mouth full of your own underwear. You pant through the fabric, completely wild with lust, and Cash licks his lips, leaning back to unbutton his pants and free his hard cock. Your eyes hone in on his long, thick member, slightly curved and leaking at the tip, and let out a muffled moan of desire. You’ve never felt lust so intensely before; it feels like your body is going to burn up if you don’t get him inside you now.

Without a trace of shame or embarrassment, you spread your legs even wider to either side of his, hooking your feet around his butt and trying to pull him towards you, reaching down to pull up your skirt to your waist to join the rest of your dress. You absently notice that your vision is blurring with tears, both from the way your breathing is constricted and from your sheer need to have him.

“Fuck,” Cash breathes, leaning down to kiss your neck passionately, his hands running lightly up and down your sides. “I’ve thought about this moment for years, but never were you looking up at me as desperately as you are now.”

You give him another insistent moan, your legs fully locking around his hips and your arms thrown around his neck, stroking the short grey hair at the nape of his neck as you beg with your eyes. He looks deeply into your eyes, and you see nothing but lust and love for you in them before he moves to guide himself into you. The head of his cock slips through your slick entrance, stretching you out, and he buries his face into the crook of your neck, laving your neck and shoulder in kisses as he thrusts himself fully into your tight, wet heat.

The sound of his groan of pleasure in your ear sears itself into your memory, echoing your own muffled cry of soul-deep satisfaction. And then he starts to move his hips, and all conscious thought leaves you as you surrender yourself fully to just being in the moment with Cash. It’s the most all-encompassing feeling you’ve ever felt, the sense of completion you feel as you make love nearly overwhelming. It’s sweet and passionate, it’s quick and dirty, it’s perfect.

“Y/N,” Cash moans in your ear, the sound of him saying your name like that almost making you come undone. “Finally. You’re finally mine,” he whispers, nuzzling into your hair as he moves above you, hips pumping a slow deep rhythm as his hands roam your body greedily, possessively. You tighten your hold on him, wordlessly letting him know that you feel the same way as you whine through your makeshift gag, clinging to him desperately as you move your hips to match his thrusts.

He lifts himself off of you enough to rest his forehead on yours, staring deeply into your eyes as he quickens his pace. You notice a wicked gleam in his eye, and brace yourself for some evil trick.

“You’re gonna come for me, sweetheart,” he hisses against your lips, eyes bright as your body clenches around him in response. “You’re gonna come so hard around my cock, and then I’m taking you home with me so I can make you do it again and again, without you needing to be kept quiet,” he teases, roughly inserting a few of his fingers into your mouth, choking you deliciously with your panties. The dirty talk and rough treatment make your eyes roll into the back of your head, and you fight your body telling you that you were getting close. If you let him win now, this first time, you’d never hear the end of it.

With strength you didn’t know you had, you throw yourself off the couch, rolling onto the carpeted floor and bringing Cash with you, managing to get him on his back underneath you. His surprise is evident on his face, but his expression immediately morphs into one of pleasure as you sink back onto his cock, riding him hard and fast. Lifting one hand from his chest, you pull your underwear from your mouth and press them to his lips with your fingers. He lets out a groan of arousal as you take charge, looking up at you with fascination and awe.

“I’m going to ride you until you can’t remember your own name, Cash Ewing,” you tell him in a husky voice, gyrating your hips in circles and making his grip on your waist tighten as you hit an angle that has both of you moaning. Keeping yourself there, you both work to bounce your body up and down on his cock, you covering his mouth with your underwear and him reaching up to cover your mouth with a large hand, muffling your noises of pleasure as you try to get the other to reach their peak first.

In the end, it’s pretty close, and you already know that you’ll both go to your graves swearing the other person came first. Either way, your orgasm washes over you like a powerful wave, Cash pinching your nose as the rest of his hand clamps over your mouth to try to keep you relatively quiet, even as he lets out a loud grunt as he releases deep inside of you. Once you both manage to keep quiet, Cash releases your mouth and spits your panties up at you, giving you a sinful smirk before guiding you to lay down against his chest, stroking your hair gently. As much as you would love to relax and curl up with him, the thought of getting walked in on post-coital and spread out on your boss’s basement floor has you fighting temptation and forcing yourself up and off Cash, batting away his hands as they try to keep you in place.

“Where are you going?” Cash asks, a twinge of vulnerable desperation in his voice that makes your heart melt. You’d apologize for not telling him about going undercover eventually, but not now.

“We have to get out here,” you explain, taking in his nude form spread out on the carpet with an appreciative gaze. He sighs, looking up at you wistfully before sitting up, making a show of pocketing your sodden underwear. You roll your eyes, pulling your bra back into place and zipping up your dress, trying not to appear too dishevelled. When you turn back to Cash he’s fully dressed, fiddling with his tie. You walk up to him almost shyly, reaching up to fix the knot until it’s laying properly against his shirt. He smiles down at you fondly, trying to smooth your hair down before giving up and settling for giving you a sweet, (relatively) chaste kiss.

“I just have to give Charlotte the wine and get Jacob his ring back, and then I’m all yours,” you promise, bending to put your shoes back on. These heels were already hard enough to walk in, but now you have to deal with being weak in the knees on top of everything.

“I’ll give loverboy his ring back,” Cash says, snatching it off the table before you can grab it for yourself. “Time to introduce myself and let him know where he stands,” he jokes, giving you a wink and heading for the stairs. You snatch up the bottles of wine and hurry after him, trying not to trip.

“You better be nice to him, Cash Ewing!” you hiss up the stairs at him, hearing him chuckle in response.

“The door’s open; you should wait a couple minutes before coming out or it’ll look suspicious,” he offers in reply, slipping out before you can protest. He did have a point, you suppose…

You give it a couple of minutes before sneaking up the stairs, trying to blend into the party without looking too guilty… or rumpled…

You find Charlotte right where you’d left her, and place the bottles of wine on the bar behind her.

“Thank you, Y/N. I hope they weren’t too difficult to find – you were gone for quite awhile,” she says knowingly with a bright smile. You force yourself to return the gesture, feeling your face flush. Nosy, manipulative woman… but you suppose you should thank her.

“No, the problem was that sticky doorknob,” you reply with a frown.

“Ah, well… things like that can be stubborn, but eventually they open up. Wine?” she offers innocently, positively beaming at you now.

“No, thank you. I’m actually going to head out, Charlotte – it’s still a lot for me to be around big groups of people after my time away,” you say, the excuse only partly a lie. You are finding it difficult being in a crowd without feeling the need to constantly look over your shoulder.

“Alright, dear. Well, it was lovely to see you again,” the older woman says kindly, cupping your cheek fondly.

“Do you think Cash would want some wine?” A voice chimes in, and Jacob appears suddenly, joining your conversation. You don’t say anything, but your mouth falls open as you watch him and Charlotte looking at you with identical wicked smiles and laughter in their eyes. So, they had been colluding, working together to lock you and Cash in the basement… this was a dangerous pair that you would need to keep an eye on.

But not tonight.

You scan the room, finding Cash standing head and shoulders above most everyone else, his blue eyes already on you. Flashing him a shy, flirty smile, you tilt your head in the direction of the front door, and he winks at you, immediately moving to the foyer. You bite your lip to keep a smile from breaking out across your face, looking back to Jacob and Charlotte guiltily.

“I don’t think so,” you reply to Jacob’s earlier question, and he rolls his eyes.

“Ugh, get out of here already! If I have to listen to you talk about Cash Ewing one more time…” Jacob warns, shooing you away with a wry grin. You dodge his hands, darting past them to wrap him up in a quick hug before doing the same to Charlotte.

“Thank you, you meddling little jerks,” you tell them both earnestly. “I’ll see you Monday!”

You move through the crowd, waving at everyone that gives you a friendly nod or greeting, eventually making your way to the foyer where Cash is waiting, your coat over his arm. He helps you into it, bundling you up quickly.

“What’s the rush, Officer?” you tease, doing up the buttons on your coat. You bite back a gasp as you feel his hand slip beneath your coat and dress, wandering up your thigh. “Cash!” you hiss, your eyes darting around to make sure that no one is watching.

“There’s a person of interest I’ve had my eye on for awhile,” he replies cheekily, patting his pocket where he had put your underwear. “I believe I made her some promises earlier in the evening that I intend to make good on,” he leers down at you, his gaze heated. You find it hard to breathe.

He takes your hand in his, the gesture as comfortable and natural as breathing to you, and pulls you towards the front door and out into the cold night.

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[Just FYI, it’s canon that Cash bought the ring from Jacob and kept it to propose to you with when the time came; it meant more to the two of you]

#Thomas Ian Griffith #Cash #Cash x Reader #TIGmas #12 Days of TIGmas #Smut #Romance #Christmas Fic #Black Friday 2007 #The Kidnapping 2007

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My Girl

Part 2 of Meant To Be: A Heartbreak High fanfic

Cash's POV

Synopsis: You and Cash advance in your relationship, and he asks you out. He has very morbid thoughts about you, and he finds himself struggling to keep himself in his pants.

Warnings: Masturbation, Swearing, alcohol use, making out, slight porn use, fluff, pet names

Song: Sun To Me by Zach Bryan

🎵♥ sweetest of the sunflowers, yeah, you're the sun to me ♥🎵

➽ ➽ ➽ ➽ ➽ ➽ ➽ ➽ ➽ ➽ ➽ ➽ ➽ ➽ ➽ ➽ ➽ ➽ ➽ ➽ ➽ ➽ ➽ ➽

"Nan!" I yell, clutching Y/N's shoulders, trying to hide her from view. Nan sees her anyways. She used to tell me that she has eyes on the back of her head, so one time, when she was sleeping, I poured bleach on the back of her head to blind her.

I stare at Y/N as she leaves. Saying that she is hot is an understatement. I know everybody is always talking about how Amerie is hot, but, I just don't see where they're coming from. They must be blind if they prefer Amerie over Y/N.

The way those leather shorts hug her ass perfectly, the way her breasts are practically spilling out of her shirt. Everything about her is just so... stunning.

I didn't realize I was hard until nan shoved me into the wall while walking past. I lock myself in my room, grab my laptop and flip it open while sitting on my bed.

I hesitate. I've never used porn before, but I was desperate.

I open the website, and type hot girl porn.

I reach into my pants and grab my throbbing cock. I gargle as I fist it softly. The girl in the video starts moaning, and I imagine Y/N moaning my name.

"Nnng, Y/N..." I moan quietly, making sure nan doesn't hear. I fist myself faster, knocking over the lamp on my bed frame as I throw my head back.

I finish in my hand, and I breath heavily as I head to the washroom.

➽ ➽ ➽ ➽ ➽

"Thanks for dinner, nan, it was great." I say, excusing myself from the table.

"Where you goin' now, shag that girl of yours?" Nan says, chuckling.

"Nan..." I say, drawing out the 'a.'

My phone buzzes. Speak of the devil.

my bunny💕: you comin to the cemetery

me: idk, now?

my bunny: yes sir

I cringe inwardly as blood rushes to my dick.

me: sure, omw

I grab a coat from the hanger at the front, slipping my phone inside the pocket.

I bike towards the cemetery, and it suddenly dawns on me that I might be awkward in front of Y/N, after what I did earlier.

Whatever. I think to myself. It'll be fine.

I dropped my bike on the ground, looking around for Y/N. I finally see her with Dusty and Harper over by the drinks. She holds a red cup in her hand. Her outfit changed; she was wearing neon pink leggings and a black long sleeve crop top, the chest saying "angel" in small diamonds.

I rush towards her, needing to be close. I grab her waist from behind.

"Hey, bunny." I say into her ear. She spins around with a smile.

"Hey." She says, hugging me. I sniff her hair. She smells like lavender and vanilla.

"So, did your nan get mad at you?" She asks me. I chuckle.

"No. In fact, she asked me just now if I was leaving to shag you." I say.

"Oh..." She says, blushing.

"Where's your sister? Didn't you have to babysit?" I ask her. She nods, taking a sip of her drink.

"She's having a sleepover with Amerie's little sister tonight." She says, gesturing lamely towards Amerie.

"Hey, Harper. Dusty, my bruh." I say, dapping Dusty up.

"Hey, man. You two a thing now?" Dusty asks, looking at Y/N, who was in conversation with Harper, then back at me.

"Well, I don't know, I think so? I'm not sure. We haven't really said anything about dating." I say, scratching the back of my neck.

"Should I ask her?" I ask.

Dusty shrugs. "Depends, how much do you love her? Like, you want to shag her, or you just want to kiss her?"

I turn red. "Um, both." I say, looking at my shoes.

"Tell her, man. Just earlier, she was just talking, then Harper mentioned you and her eyes lit up and she seemed happier." Dusty says, looking at Harper and Y/N.

"Right, bruh... off I go." I say, grabbing Y/N's arm and leading her away.

"Cash? Is everything all right?" She asks once we stop, rubbing the tattoo on my arm gently.

"Yeah! Of course. I just-" I start. I throw my head back and squeeze my eyes shut.

"Willyoubemygirlfriend?" I ask quickly. Y/N raises her eyebrows.

"I beg your pardon?" She asks.

"I love you and want you to be my girl." I say, looking her in the eyes.

She answers by smiling and bringing her face to mine. I smile and press my lips to hers. No matter how many times she kisses me, I'll never be able to get enough. Her lips are soft, and she slow but demanding.

She uses a lot of lip gloss, so her lips often taste like strawberries; her favourite, I've noted. Now, they taste like vodka and chocolate. I lick her lips, trying to save the taste to memory. She sighs, opening her mouth and letting my tongue enter her mouth. I whimper as she bites down on my tongue.

"Of course I will." She says, pulling away, a string of saliva connecting our mouths, and resting her forehead against mine. I smile, looking into her pretty eyes. She giggles, causing me to laugh. Soon enough, we are both full on laughing, holding on to our stomachs and hunching over. I look at her. Her eyes are so full of light and joy, her smile so big that I was afraid it might split her face in half.

➽ ➽ ➽ ➽ ➽

*A few days later*

"I don't got the money, bruh." I say, gritting my teeth.

"Why?" Chook asks, matching my anger.

"Because I don't! What the fuck don't you understand?!" I snap, immediately regretting it. The second the words leave my lips, Chook's fist makes contact with my face. I close my eyes, slowly looking back at him.

"I'll get the damn money." I say, spitting at his feet before I leave.

I would leave the eshay's if I could. But I can't. It's the only thing that can afford my nan's medications. I send Y/N a quick text.

me: where u at

my bunny💕: home, you comin

me: not yet, be there in half n hour or so

my bunny💕: ok

I rush home, throwing my bag on the floor. I head into my bathroom and look in the mirror. A huge bruise is forming on my right eye.

"Fuck!" I say, swiping my hand and sending pills and cups flying. I search around for something; an eyepatch, glasses, anything. I find a pair of sunglasses in a kitchen drawer.

Good enough. I say, taking a look in the mirror before heading out the front door.

I knock at Y/N's door, and her little sister opens it.

"Dougie!" She screeches, hugging my waist. I chuckle.

"Hey, princess." I say, hugging her monetarily before she pulls away and runs back into the kitchen. I knock on Y/N's door before coming in. I gasp when I see her. She has only a white t-shirt on- which happens to be mine- and what I'm assuming is a pair of panties underneath. That's it.

"You ok?" She asks, noticing my gasp. I nod gamely.

"Yeah, just remembered that I have a school thing due tomorrow." I lie. She nods. She reaches up over her shelf to grab some Oreos. As she does so, her whole bottom half is revealed.

My eyes feast upon her body, and her pink thong that rides tightly up her ass. It's got frilly lace along the border, and when she turns around, I notice a bow on the front. My eyes shoot back up to her, but I knew she caught me staring. I knew from the smirk on her face.

"I'm sorry! I just-" I say, but she places a finger to my lips.

"Don't worry about it." She says. She walks back to her bed, her hips swaying. Fuck.

I follow her, and she pushes me down onto the bed. She straddles me, removing my glasses. Now it was her turn to emit a gasp.

"Oh, babe, what happened?" She asks, caressing my cheek.

"Nothing, bunny." I whisper. I was too busy focusing on my cock that was straining to get out of their confinement. She kisses my eye, then kisses my lips. I sigh into the kiss, grabbing her waist.

She grinds into me, and I moan loudly. She pulls away.

"Someone's horny." She says, kissing me again. She pulls away quickly, looking at me as if she was expecting something. I stare back.

"So! Have you started the school project?" I ask her to help the awkwardness. She rolls her eyes and gets off of me.

"No. Have you?" She asks. I shake my head. Just then, her sister barged into the room.

"Y/N! WHERE IS MY COOKIE!" She yells.

"I don't know! Ask mom!" Y/N says calmly, shooing her sister out of her room. She lays beside me and cuddles close.

"Goodnight, Cash." She whispers. I smile.

"Goodnight, bunny." I say, stroking her hair till she falls asleep. I slowly leave the house, making sure to lock the door behind me.

#heartbreak high #Cash piggott #Douglas piggott #Douglas Cash piggott #x reader'#18+#smut

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Chapter 1 - The Return to Miramar

The Highwayman Series | Prologue | Chapter 2

‘No Entry – Construction (TRANSATLANTIC RAILWAY DUE TO FINISH 1869)’ the sign read and the frontman on his horse creased his brows into a tight and questioning line. “1869? But its 1863.” He said, voice in a questioning tone. “haven’t you heard?” his companion asked “east and west are racing to see who can build the most. Gonna be shut a while” he said matter of factly, while straightening out his mustache from where the Tennessee heat had frazzled it. The former grunted in response “this is our way though” “well were gonna have to go a different way hangman, don’t fancy getting Spitfire killed by a train” the other told him, motioning to the fine mare he was riding on. He nodded “yeah hornets too young for that, rooster you’re right. You know a different way?” hangman asked. Rooster thought for a minute, straightening out his mustache again, already bunching up under the springtime humidity – but this time, more in thought than in maintenance as he turned to look at his surroundings “already crossed Mississippi” he said, remembering when they’d crossed the mighty river – not wishing to back track on that path. “were gonna have to go the whole way round, through missouri – Kansas, take a left at colorado” “could we not go trough Texas?” Hangman asked, thinking of a shorter route they used to traverse a decade prior. Rooster raised his brows “aint Sherrif Simpson still after us?” he asked and his friend shrugged. “Already told the rest of ‘em to meet us in Louisiana and it’ll take weeks, months to get there if not, were good as dead if the Indians aint as hospitable again” there was silence for a minute “plus you’ve got a stache now and I’ve got this sweet bod, he wont recognise us” Hangman said, flexing while Rooster threw his head back and laughed loudly “bod ain’t as good as mine, bagman” Rooster said and the other shook his head “c’mon. Texas it is."

This route was fresh, recognisable but still; new-(ish). There were plenty of structures that were erected since they’d last abided there, especially in the Plains – a substantially belittled number of natives and much more Easterns who you could tell had no business being in Western heat – searching for green grass but getting tumble weeds in lieu. They’d reached their meeting point but a week later, reconsiliating with Coyote and Bob who’d been engaging in business up in the rockies, taking the strongest horses but only returning with one. “Hercules?” Hangman asked and bob shook his head “struggled all the way up, slipped, poor boy couldn’t handle it. Was cryin’ in the night he was. Had’a put him out o’ his misery” the four all bowed their heads and shook them in remembrance for their fallen companion. “damn” rooster said. “Well there's no way the two of ya can manage all the way to New Mexico on Chinook, let alone California” Hangman said. “we passed a ranch on the way down here in northern Texas, town called Miramar” Bob told him as Rooster and Hangman shared a look. “Ain’t that where we nearly got hung?” Rooster asked “sure is Brad.” Hangman thought for a moment “Good mares?” Hangman asked “the best” coyote said “young lady an’all. Mighty fine on the eyes” “guess we’re heading up North.”

The ride was slightly awkward with Coyote and Bob both on one horse, they changed primary rider every hundred or so miles – and it made it easier to travel at night, but still; a man wanted his own horse and Coyote was proud of Chinook, but the horse was starting to weary with some three hundred pounds on his back. But eventually they saw the sign. White lettering and red background, carved so deeply into old mahogany and almost illegible, but it was undeniably so: Miramar. So close you could almost make out Oklahoma, but far enough away and enough Stetsons present to recognise the contrast between what was and what wasn’t Texan territory. “where’s this ranch of yours, Bob?” Jake asked, swallowing harshly as he eyed the infamous town over his sunglasses; Bob pointed straight ahead, and adjacent to the Sheriff’s office, was an unassuming parlour attacked to a decently sized acreage of farm, a good seven or eight horses feeding off their dinner. “alright. Let’s get in and get out.” Jake said, instructing his horse to move forward as he did so. “you guys got history here or something?” Javy asked and rooster snorted “yeah something like that” “what happened?” Bob asked “lets just say he had a thing for the Sherrif’s daughter and he organised to hang him if he didn’t get out of town.” Rooster explained, recalling the events from what seemed like yesterday. Jake cleared his way as a way to get the lot of them to shut up. He still had the ring he was going to give her in his breast pocket.

They drew a lot of attention as they rode through town – strangers clearly dressed in travelling attire. But they were the Highwaymen, not pilgrims. Coyote hopped off the back of Chinook and Bob followed suit, heading to the girl who had their back turned to them, currently attending to a young pony who seemed to refuse to leave the refuge of her stables. “Excuse me, ma’am – any of these horses for sale?” “Uh huh the lot of ‘em” she’d replied, turning to the strangers to greet them as customers. Jake felt like the air had been knocked out of his lungs. “jake?” “hey, petal” he replied, unable to muster anything else as he looked at you, still as mighty fine if not more gorgeous than he day he’d hit the road with rooster. You looked to his left and nodded “Brad” “hey pretty” after the short and unsweetened reunion. “Y’all should get off my ranch. My daddy still has a right mind lynchin’ the two of ya” you say smally, turning to reattend to the horse. “Still?” Rooster asked with a smirk but Jake was taking it more seriously as you nodded your head to the stocks “meaner than the day you left” “sweetheart-“ “I aint talkin to you, Jake” you say and look at your feet “look, my horse passed in the rockies; was hopin’ I could but a new ‘un to get us to California. Got any up for the job?” Bob asked and you looked at him. “Uh, we got a few. Albatros is gorgeous and strong, but I don’t think she’ll last ‘till Cali.” You place your hands on your hips, surverying the pack “Falcon, he’ll get you there but no further.” You say “that there” you point at the strong, pale coloured horse in the back of the field “Lightning. God he can ride, got the strength of Zeus. He’ll get you there, hell he’ll get you through Mexico and back. But he’s my favourite, he’s gonna cost ya” Jake smiled “God he was just a young’un a few years back. My, he's grown” he says, recalling the day he’d gifted you the horse. He’d saved up all his money, didn’t even steal him, brought him all the way from New Mexico. Didn’t even ride him, he walked on foot – made sure the mare had his breaks and god your smile when you accepted him. His hair matched Jakes, so he’d always be there when he wasn’t. “You’re willing to sell him? After all this time?” you finally look at him, pain apparent in your eyes “you left, Seresin” that hurt “you bought him as a reminder. Don’t need no reminder of you, boy” you say “well ‘m here now-“ “exactly.” You cut him off and there is a silence.

“How much for Lightning?” Bob asked after a while. “Make me an offer.”

Prologue | Chapter 2

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Man In Black

Summary: Jake Kiszka X fem reader, set in the early 1950s the reader struggles through a romance with a criminal. I couldn’t shake this idea after seeing Jake in the new black suit so here ya go!

Warnings: 18+ only! Not for minors! fingering (f receiving), oral (f receiving), some p in v, slight dom Jake, sorry if I missed anything

Word count: 4.8k

The streets were dark and quiet at this hour, but you actually preferred making the walk from the schoolhouse to your flat at night. The cool breeze and the hazy glow from the street lamps always gave you time to think.

Tonight started out feeling like any other night, as the sound of your block heels hitting the paved walkway with every step lulled you into a near sleep-like drift home.

That was until the hairs on the back of your neck stood to a point, your skin prickling with the feeling of being watched.

You slowed your walk, stepping more gently, and your ears focused in on the sound of a secondary pair of footsteps following closely behind you.

You sucked in a breath, preparing yourself to confront your stalker as you came to a halt just a block from your destination.

“Don’t you know it’s dangerous to walk home alone at night?” A slightly raspy yet light voice called out to you.

Although your blood was still pumping at a high rate, your heart soared into the top of your chest when you easily realized who it was just by his sound. “You’re the only man who’s ever approached me in the middle of the night, Jacob Thomas Kiszka”. You could already picture his face behind you, his plump and rosy lips curling in a smirk when you successfully identified him.

“Is that right? Well I guess I’m the only danger here then”. He let out a breathy chuckle, quiet hums of amusement cut short by the brisk night air.

“You’re entirely right” you smiled, turning on your heel and jumping into his arms. He embraced you back, tightly wrapping his free arm around your shoulders and squeezing your frame against his. “How long are you here for?” You mumbled into the collar of his coat. Although your unexpected reunion was thrilling, you knew better than to get too excited.

He loosened his hold on you, taking a step back so you could speak face to face now. “Just about 20 hours doll”.

Under the streetlamp you let yourself take him in. He looked like a ghost suddenly appearing before you, just as you had last seen him only painstakingly different all at the same time.

His coat was nice, nicer than anything you’ve ever seen him in before, black satin cut and put together in a way that broadened his usually narrow and delicate frame. He looked more filled out as well, like he had really been doing well for himself, and it looked good on him. Way too good.

To match his new coat he had on a pair of black slacks and black heeled boots giving him that extra inch of height he always craved but never quite bothered you.

One of his hands was full like usual, carrying his one and only prize possession, a heavy looking black guitar case. The other was also carrying something much smaller.

He followed your eyes as they trailed down his arm and he lifted it to reveal a bottle of dark red wine. “Picked this up in Chicago, as soon as I saw it I thought y’know who will love this? and all I thought of was you. So then I was on the first train here, just got out of the station. Figured you were still livin’ at the same place. Saw you walking by yourself”. He recounted his steps that led him here, but something about it sounded too good to be true, surely he had some other ‘business’ here as he always did.

“Little daring of you to be coming home right now, I hear they’re out looking for you again” a sudden realization washed over you as soon as the words left your mouth and you quickly hooked your arm under his, leading him off the sidewalk. Even if it was late, you had been standing outside with him for too long, you needed to get him inside.

“They’re always looking for me” he chuckled again, but allowed you to tug him off to your place, that having been his intention the entire time.

“Well maybe if you weren’t a wanted criminal” you scolded him, just as you always did on these unscheduled visits.

“If I wasn’t a criminal what?” He urged you to finish your sentence, always pushing you to rethink your morals when he was in question.

“Doesn’t matter, because you are, and I don’t want to see you getting arrested at my doorstep, now get inside” you pulled your keys out of your coat pocket when you arrived at your flat, quickly unlocking the door and ushering him inside.

Once safe from any prying eyes that could recognize him, you let out a sigh as you watched him place his guitar case down and slowly begin to reacquaint himself with your small studio apartment.

For a moment your eyes remained on the case in the entryway, it looked so common and unassuming, but you knew locked inside was not only a guitar, but hidden tools of his trade.

You grew up with Jake, just outside of town, your family farm having been next to his. Jake was a lively young man and a hard worker, tending to the upkeep of his family’s property along with his brothers.

It didn’t take long for the innocent little girl that you were to fall for him and his charm as soon as the two of you were old enough to truly understand what a crush was.

Your family didn’t agree with your choice of date though. They wanted you to marry into a white-collar family, get you out of the country and making a real living.

Back then you refused every other male they sent your way, building up quite the reputation of being a stiff-skirt until not many appropriate suitors kept coming. Eventually you finished school and got yourself a job in town teaching, proving to your father you didn’t need a man to raise you up, you did it all on your own.

Jake distanced himself from you during your short term courtships, and in the meantime he got caught up in his own city life.

The two of you were reunited at a small club, the other teachers at the schoolhouse dragging you out when they found out you were still single and living on your own.

You hadn’t expected to meet anyone that night, let alone Jake again, but the moment your eyes locked from across the sea of tables and swaying skirts, a fire was reignited deep within you.

When Jake approached, it was evident he wasn’t the same ol’ country boy you grew up with. He was dressed in all black that night as well, his signature look now, as he held out his hand and invited you to a dance.

“Never expected to see you here” he smiled slyly as he guided you towards the small dance floor in front of the stage where the band played jazzy music to keep the guests of the club entertained. “You look” he held your shoulders as he examined you in your nicest dress. Despite your initial unwillingness to go out, you had ended up enjoying dressing yourself up with your matching gloves and extra bit of makeup. “You look like a real life doll, absolutely gorgeous” he took your hands in his again, and attempted to dance with you.

You giggled as his feet kept getting mixed up with yours, grinning widely as a blush colored his face. He clearly wasn’t one for dancing, but he was trying to impress you like he always did.

“What’s happened to you Jacob?” You questioned where he had gone, remembering all the times you visited home and hoped you would get to see him again.

“Had to get out of there, make something of myself. Tried to start a band, you know how I loved playing the guitar for you?”

You nodded your head, remembering many nights the two of you would sneak out to meet at the pond that lay at the back of your two properties. You would bring a quilt and he would bring his guitar and the two of you would sit there late into the night talking, listening to him write songs, and sometimes when he was bold enough you would let him steal a few kisses.

“Well, I met quite a few people along the way. Other musicians, some guys who work in the stock market, investors and what not, ended up getting real interested in banking”.

“Banking?” You were surprised, never imagining the Jake you grew up knowing to be privy to a profession such as banking, but maybe he’d grown up to be the man your father always expected you to be with, and maybe you weren’t so against the idea any longer. “So what, you’re making money to start investing?”

“More like some people have invested in me, my ear specifically” he sounded like he was trying to tell you something more, get you to read between the lines, but you were not following him.

“That’s really great Jake, I can’t wait to see how it turns out for you” at the time you were proud of him, part of you wishfully thinking that your time to be happy together had finally arrived.

The dance the two of you had finally managed to get down came to a finish and he walked you back to your table. “Listen, I’m going to be leaving tomorrow, for a while, but it was really nice to see you again. Honestly sweetheart I-” he was looking down at his feet, his voice was getting caught up, like he was afraid he might never see you again so he had to get everything off his chest now while he had the chance. Then he looked back up, locking eyes with you again, “You know I always loved you right? Never loved a girl so much in my life, and now I meet you here, I meet this beautiful woman and I just can’t help but regret leaving before I ever told you”.

“Jake…” your voice trailed off because you felt tears pricking your eyes by his heartfelt words. You wanted to tell him you felt the same, that you had fought off every other man who had ever looked your way in keeping hopes that he would make this very confession to you. Only you didn’t feel like the woman he made you out to be, there was always one thing missing, and you wanted him to make you into that woman.

Your grip on his sleeve tightened keeping him there with you before he disappeared from you again. “Before you leave” you spoke up, hoping you weren’t being too forward, “would you come stay with me? Tonight? It’s the weekend so I don’t have a class tomorrow”.

“You’re a teacher?” Was his first question, smiling at the detail “of course you are”.

“So?” He hadn’t given you an answer, and you would be way too embarrassed if he declined your invitation after all the signals he’d been giving you tonight. “Before your umm, business trip, I’d like for you to come over”.

He pulled his arm from your hold, but only so he could move it to cup your face with his palm. Leaning over be gave you a subtle kiss on the cheek and whispered into your ear. “Of course, how could I ever say no to an invitation from you?”

That night was the first of many nights you shared your bed with Jake, but it stuck out to you as your favorite because then you didn’t know what he had done. You didn’t know how he had thrown your whole life together away before it had ever even started.

When Jake was gone the next morning you felt a pang of sadness, but convinced yourself that he’d come back soon and you could be together at last. It wasn't until three days later when you were at the shop that you saw the papers and heard the men outside talking.

“They’re saying it’s the biggest bank robbery this county has ever seen, only a true genius could have cracked that vault open”.

With your interest peaked you grabbed a paper, paying the tenant at the booth before carrying your groceries and reading the headline report.

Experts theorize the vault was broken into Friday night. The thief used specialized tools and a sharply tuned ear to crack the lock and get the vault open.

You stopped in your tracks, a hot wave of realization washing over you as you recalled Jake's peculiar conversation.

“I’ve gotten real interested in banking… some people have invested in my ear specifically”

You could not believe the picture you were putting together. Jake robbed that bank and you knew it. You could have told someone, submitted an anonymous police report, but you couldn’t bring yourself to turn him in even as the reports of more bank robberies from around the country came rolling in.

You started to expect you would never see him again. That he was gone touring the country with a band of criminal masterminds. Six months later though, once the newspapers and radio reporters started to let the story die down for a bit, he appeared out of nowhere and all you could do was be glad to see him, falling right back into his arms once more.

“Just one more glass, for me doll, then I’m yours for the night” his voice was as smooth as the velvety red liquid that he poured. His eyes were trained on his steady hand as his proximity gave you the opportunity to examine his features close up.

The dim lighting cast a shadow on his brow, but his eyes soaked in the candle light, sparkling irises wrapped in a dark chocolatey halo. A hint of stubble was starting to form on his upper lip and chin and you wondered how that might feel grazing against the soft supple skin of your thighs. You imagined it’d be similar to the way your wool skirt sometimes caught on your stockings.

“So as soon as this glass is empty, I can have you?” You baited him as he finished his pour. He nodded with a smirk, sitting back in his seat and finishing off the rest of the bottle in his own glass.

You waited for him to take a sip, eyes locked with yours in anticipation of what the night held as he brought the rim to his lips, the lips you so desperately wanted to be the one caressing right now.

With one confident tilt of your wrist the contents of your glass poured out onto the floor, and in a moment, your glass was empty.

You turned the glass right side up and brought it in front of your face, a faux shocked expression hiding a smile. “Oh, look, empty”.

Jake sat in silence for a moment, utterly surprised by your blatant mocking, then slowly lowered his glass back onto the table.

Before you could utter another snarky peep of disobedience, Jake flew across the table capturing your neck in his grip and bringing his face mere centimeters from yours.

“Do you expect to be rewarded for that behavior?” He growled, nipping at your jaw with his pearly white teeth.

“No sir, I expect to be punished. That’s why you’re here right? To hurt me? To love me so hard that I can’t think of anything other than you as I lay in bed for a countless number of nights until my heart can’t take it any longer?” You felt tears prickling at the corner of your eyes just imagining the pain you knew you were going to wake up with in the morning when he was gone again. Just a ghost of the night, forever haunting you.

“So you want it to be rough? You don’t want me to make love to you anymore?” He was growing angrier by the second. Not at you, not at what you’d done, but at the situation the two of you were in. In truth, he hated it as much as you did. To be free of the infatuation he had on you was a code he’d never learned to crack even as the best vault cracker this country had ever seen.

You whimpered underneath him, spreading your legs and slumping down in your chair. The hand that wasn’t on your throat caressed your thigh, pushing your skirt up until it was bunched at your waist.

“What do you want?” He asked again, the sparkle in his eyes igniting into full blow fires.

“Your fingers” you muttered, grabbing onto his forearm and sliding further down in the chair, your hands on each other the only thing keeping you from falling into the floor.

Although he knew which fingers you meant, the ones around your throat tightened as he slammed his lips into yours, wasting no time in lapping his tongue into your open mouth. Your vision began to blur so you let your eyes flutter closed, trying desperately to kiss him back but his grip was keeping you still. His hand on your thigh began to trail inwards, grazing over your center, but he wouldn’t be able to go very far here, not with your stockings still on.

Instead of letting you up to get undressed, you felt his fingers dig into the seam of the delicate tights, hooking them in and pulling until they were ripping apart. “You going to make a mess on my fingers just like you did on the floor?” He let his grip loosen so you could respond to him, but your mind was too fuzzy to form any coherent words. Instead you just bit into your lip and nodded wildly as his fingers now worked at pulling your panties to the side.

“Not good enough” he urged you, teasing your already soaked entrance, “I want to hear you beg for it”.

Your voice erupted from you as his thumb brushed ever so slightly over your clit. “Please Jakey! Please use your fingers!”

In the far and few times he’d been able to make his way back to you, the love making had always been extraordinary. From the very first time your bodies connected they understood each other, it was no struggle to make the other feel like they were descending on cloud nine. In the in between times, you made do with yourself, and found imagining your fingers were his could did the trick just as well. Now it was real, and you wanted your fantasies played out. Each time you were together growing more and more intense to hold you over. Never knowing when the next time would be.

He pushed his fingers into you slowly and you let out a moan at the welcome intrusion. “That’s it, I’m here love, give yourself over to me”. He began to pump his fingers as soon as he felt you settle around him, watching as your chest began heaving. The hand on your throat slipped down and his nimble fingers deftly undid the buttons on your silk blouse. The way his fingers could work on two separate things at once was impressive to you but then you remembered how skilled he had always been with his hands at everything he’d set his mind to.

Just as you were about to beg him again for more, his fingers retreated from you leaving you whimpering and gasping like a fish out of water with shock. Not even giving you a chance to utter any form of protest he scooped you up from the chair and brought you back down onto the table top.

“Jacob!” You gasped but he ignored your startled yawping, sliding the chair you were just lifted from to face backwards in front of you.

Straddling the chair, he helped you place your heels onto the edge of the table then ran his hand up your stomach, pressing back against your chest to get you to lean back and angle your hips towards him in what you only imagined was a very lewd display.

“You know the wine you so ungraciously spilled?” he smirked up at you from between your legs as he began to run his two fingers back through your still slick folds. “Pairs very well with desserts. I debated picking up something on my way, but all the shops were closed”.

Your legs were shaking with anticipation and also struggling to keep your legs perched on the table with the ruined stockings you still wore making it terribly hard to get any sort of grip.

Encircling one tremoring ankle in his grip, he pulled your legs further apart so he could fit his body easily between, the smirk returning to his face as he admired what he saw. “I guess you will have to do instead”.

Then his face disappeared from your sight, your head slumping back in bliss as his mouth made delicious contact with your core. He was pumping his fingers inside you again, this raised position gaining him even deeper access than before, and his tongue was furiously attacking your sweet bundle of nerves.

You were trying to keep your voice down, knowing well that the walls of your quaint little flat were paper thin, but he was making it increasingly more difficult as he curled his fingers upwards, keeping them buried deep while he made a beckoning motion, calling you towards your inevitable climax.

“How do you think you will taste?” He paused his movements with his tongue to speak when he knew you were getting close. “How about I give you a taste of yourself then you can lick up that mess you made off the floor?”

He let his hand slow down when you didn’t give him a response.

“Yes sir! I’ll clean it up, just-” his fingers sped back up again cutting you off with another drawn out moan.

“Just what?” He chuckled, his face was still so close you could feel the slight displacement of air against your aching center.

“Just use your mouth again, please, I need it”.

“I don’t think you do doll, you’re doing very well just like this”. You whimpered again, teetering on the edge, just waiting and hoping for him to give in.

“I’ll give you what you want, but I expect an apology after. An apology for taunting me and making me treat you this way”.

“I’m sorry!” You didn’t need to wait until after, the words were already pouring out of you. “I’m sorry I said all of that, I missed you so much, missed your touch, missed your voice, missed your cock…”

A groan traveled through him with your heartfelt apology, resuming where he was with his tongue on you again. He was humming with satisfaction as his saliva mixed with your arousal, creating a dark stain on the remnants of your stockings. Then he puckered his lips and gave the bud one hard suck sending you spiraling into your release.

Your arms flailed across the table, knocking your glass to the floor with a sharp crash, another mess to clean. Finding the edge, you gripped the wood to ground yourself as you felt your body soar.

Jake retreated his fingers, but his mouth remained, diving his tongue inside feeling your quivering walls.

When he felt pleased with the mess he’d made of you, he stood back up, kicking the chair to the side and leaning his body along yours.

You crashed your lips into his, taking him up on the promise to taste yourself on him.

“Fuck, I missed you too”. You let your legs slip off the edge, wrapping them around his waist and pulling him closer.

Even through his pants, you felt his bulge pressing up against your now overly sensitive center. “Well darlin’ are you going to finish your meal on the table? Or would you rather take it to the bedroom?”

“So, I’ve heard you’ve been seen with a fuzz” Jake commented with a cigarette pulled out of his crumpled old box showing that he’d had this pack for quite some time. He cupped his hand over the end as he lit it with his silver zippo then fell back next to you on the bed with a long draw.

“I didn’t know you were keeping such close tabs on me, lover”.

Jake wasn’t trying to insinuate you were going to say anything to the cops about his whereabouts. No, he was curious for other reasons about who you were spending your time around.

“Just didn’t think coppers were your type is all”. He took another drag, then reached over to gently put it out, packing the stub back into the box and leaving it on the nightstand. You guessed when you didn’t know how long it would be before you felt safe enough to show your face in a store then you made what you had last.

“He’s a detective,” you corrected matter-of-factly “and what would my type be then?” Reaching over you smoothed your hand over the expanse of his twisted side, wrapping it around his chest as he settled back down once more. “Devilishly handsome, mysterious, long haired men on the run for felony robbery? I’ll have you know, I’m a very respectable woman that can not be seen with the likes”. You giggled as you cuddled down into his side.

“Devilishly handsome hmm?” He smiled widely as he let his arm that you were now resting your head on wrap around your shoulder. “I’ll have you know, that if I ever had a teacher as beautiful as you I might have stayed in school a little longer”. He stared up at the ceiling, only stealing quick downwards glances towards you to make sure you were staying awake since you had made yourself so comfortable in the crook of his arm.

“I’m a grade school teacher Jacob” you were scolding him, but rubbing little circles on his chest with the pads of your fingers. “The boys in my classroom can hardly sit next to a girl, let alone be eying their teacher”.

“Well, I hardly made it past then. Numbers and letters never made as much sense to me as music notes did” the joking tone in his voice turned into something more along the lines of regret. Regret for many things, for not finishing school, for getting into as many fights as he did, for screwing it up with you.

“Do you like him? He treats you right?” He turned the conversation back around, not wanting to spend too much time reminiscing.

You let your fingers steady, flattening your palm as you sighed. That was a complicated question. If he had asked you just a few years ago, you’d assure him that you would never be happy with anyone else. Now, moving on felt like your best option.

“Yeah, he does. He’s the type to propose soon too, very gentlemanly, will hardly lay a finger on me”.

He took your stilled hand in his, holding your touch to his skin for as long as he could.

“That’s good doll, real good, you deserve someone who can give you everything” he’d stopped sneaking glances now, fixated on the ceiling as he finished his thought in a whisper. “Everything I can’t give you”.

“So I guess this was it then. That was the last time?” Your words stung in your throat as you tried to continue to speak, but you fought through it because you knew the end needed to come. You needed to be done with Jacob Kiszka and he needed to be finally done with you.

Craning your neck to look at him, he finally moved to meet your eyes as well. You tried not to think about it too much, but looking at him now made you question how years of teenage pining for each other, and all the passionate nights losing yourselves in each other ignoring the trivialities of the outside world, could all boil down to this.

“No darling,” he rolled over until he was back on top of you “this is the last time”. With a roll of his hips he was back inside you, moving at an antagonizing slow pace that felt like every inch of him was being pulled in and caressed by every inch of you.

“This is the last time?” You repeated as you wrapped your arms around his shoulders and pulled him even closer to you.

“Shhh” he whispered against your neck, placing sweet kisses everywhere he could as he fucked you again only this time slowly and oh so lovingly.

#Greta van smut #Greta van fic #jake kiszka #jake kiszka x reader #gvf #greta van fleet #yes man in black refers to Johnny cash because I love him

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redlightspellsdaanger · 3 months

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Our Last Stand (chapter 2)

Title: Our Last Stand

Pairing: Sebastian Vettel x Jenson Button

Rating: +18

Word count: 4.2k (chapter 2)

Warnings/notes: M/M, Violence

"There are topics that are just bigger than the interests of a sport."

Summary: 2022. Sebastian Vettel, one of the most successful drivers in the history of the sport, has also become one of the loudest voices in the paddock campaigning for sustainability and human rights.

Not everyone is pleased. Enemies are made.

And in Formula 1, where Cash is King, pushing against the status quo can come with a hefty price.

Link to chapter 2 on AO3 here.

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bullet-clubs-bitch · 6 months

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If It's wrong I don't wanna be right

Cash Wheeler X Fem reader

Summary: What happens when the bucks younger sister finally caves and gets with one of her brothers biggest rivals.

Prompt 60 “Please? I’ll be good I promise!”

Warnings: SMUT, use of smoking, alcohol, swearing

Word count: 2218

Main Masterlist Cash Wheeler Masterlist

Cash’s POV

I knew this was wrong but I didn’t care. I had waited years for this moment, no way I was going to let it slip between my fingers. This little obsession started four years ago. I met Y/n at a wrestling event and instantly fell in love. She was the most gorgeous person I had ever seen. Dax and I were thinking of signing with AEW when I met Y/n. She introduced herself and told us all about what AEW had to offer us. I was instantly sold, I knew I needed to get to know her, spend all of my time with her. I would have asked her out right then and there but the ring on her finger told me otherwise.

Even though she was taken I figured a little crush wouldn't hurt anyone. As I got to know her I learnt that she was engaged and I was shocked to find out that she was the younger sister of Matt and Nick Jackson. Y/n was the polar opposite of her brothers, they were straight edge, she was a party girl. The bucks were good christian boys but Y/n haven't been to church in years. The more I learnt about her the deeper I fell in love. I picked up on her habits and the two of us would often share drinks after shows.

Then one day everything changed when the rivalry between FTR and The Young Bucks became real. I was quite angry when the bucks beat us for our tag titles but was even more angry when Y/n and I stopped hanging out. My anger continued to grow over the years. In a way I was praying for the downfall of her fiance. I wasn’t stupid I knew she was only with the older man for the money he had to offer. Y/n didn’t wrestle anymore and served as trainer backstage and writer for the show. I knew the job paid well but not good enough for a Birkin bag.

It made me sick everytime I saw them together. I could love her better than he could. Heck I knew she didn't really love him either. Dax informed me that this crush had turned into an obsession and he was right. Yet, I kept my feelings a secret for three years, waiting for the perfect moment to strike.

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All Out London

I felt like I had been tossing and turning for hours. I couldn't seem to fall asleep. The nerves of the big show kept me awake. I looked at the clock and it read 4:23 AM, too early to start the day but I couldn't stare at the ceiling in my hotel room any longer. I threw on a sweater and headed down to the lobby, hoping the fresh air would help in any form. Just like I suspected the lobby was empty, the drunks had cleared and the morning birds were yet to arrive. I stepped outside to the large balcony on the main floor and was shocked to find Y/n.

“Can’t sleep?” I asked as I approached her.

“Nope, you?” She responded

“Nah. I didn’t know you smoked?” I asked Y/n as I watched her place the half gone cigarette between her lips, breathing out the smoke into the gloomy darkness.

“If my brothers ask, I stopped smoking 10 years ago. It helps me sleep” She said before bringing the cigarette back up to her lips.

“I think it’s so funny how different you are compared to your brothers” I told Y/n fascinated

“We are polar opposites. They haven’t had a drink in their lives while I have been drinking since I was 15. Not to mention you know about my little smoking secret.”

I said nothing, wanting her to continue. “I started smoking when I was 16, I was the trouble maker obviously. I got away with it too and actually technically did quit when I was 20. I only smoke sometimes now. Mostly when I am stressed or I can't sleep”

“Well, your secret is safe with me.” I told her honestly. In a weird twisted way I was more attracted to her now than before. She stood in front of me with baggy sweatpants and a hoodie that was two sizes too big. She wore no makeup, hair in a messy bun with glasses I have only seen her wear a few times before. She smelt like vanilla and tobacco, her green eyes stared back at me, a mix of exhaustion and desire.

“If you weren't a sworn enemy of my brothers I would probably have you in my hotel room right now” I choked at the words that left her lips. I could feel my cheeks heat up and get a bit hard with her words. I knew that Y/n was now single but as the time passed the FTR and Bucks rivalry became so intense that it would never work between us. It would be like getting with the enemy.

I didn’t even know what to say. Y/n left me speechless. I watched as she put out her cigarette and took a step towards me. We were chest to chest, I could smell the smoke on her breath. She didn’t even say anything, she just gave me a look that told me all I needed to know. She wanted me and I wanted her back, I had for years.

“We really shouldn't be doing this Y/n” The words fell out in a whisper. I was internally punching myself at my choice of words. I knew it was wrong but I needed this.

“I know baby” Y/n said as she cupped my face and whispered in my ear. “But as you can tell I don’t like following the rules. This is wrong but, don’t they say two wrongs make a right? Me and you can make that right.” I could feel myself getting harder as she continued to speak. “I know you want me, I’ve always known Cash. I’m not stupid. I can feel how bad you want me too” Y/n said in a seductive tone as she palmed my clothed erection.

I knew this was going to be the only chance I would get so I jumped on it and without hesitation accepted the invite to Y/n’s hotel room.

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Everything happened so fast, one second we were in the elevator, the next we were ripping each other's clothes off. Y/n left a trail of kisses from my lips to my navel. Kneeling before me like she was about to say a prayer. I could have came right then and there, but I needed to be inside her. I watched as she placed delicate kisses from the tip of my dick all the way to the base before taking me whole in her mouth in one shot. I let out a loud moan at the feeling. After a moment she started to bob her head around my cock. I was lost in pleasure, I could feel precum starting to spill and my orgasm soon approaching.

It took all of my strength to get her to stop, she almost looked offended. But I knew I needed to cum inside her. I pushed Y/n on the bed and got on top of her. Spreading her legs ever so gently I pushed into her slowly, wanting to savor the moment. As soon as I was balls deep I took no time and started ramming into her as fast as I could. I took one of her breasts in my mouth, sucking the flesh before switching to the other.

Y/N’s POV

There was something about this that felt so surreal. Never in a million years would I have thought that I would have Cash Wheeler in my hotel room, not to mention the fact that in a few hours he would be going to war with my brothers. None of that mattered though, I was focused on chasing this high.

Cash was bigger than I expected, he fit me perfectly, stretching me out beautifully, making me feel things I haven’t felt in a long time. I could feel he was close, so close. It didn’t matter how hard he tried to hold it, I was determined to make him cum first. I managed to pull him off of me, saying nothing as I looked into his eyes and saw something I never thought I would see, fear.

Cash’s POV

When Y/n pulled me off of her that was when the reality set in. “Did I hurt you?” I asked, as my eyes scanned over her body, looking for non existent injuries. No response, “Did I do something wrong?” I asked again as I leaned down, placing a delicate kiss on her collarbone. Still nothing.

She then placed her hands on my chest, drawing shapes on my skin before she pushed me on the bed so she was on top of me. Just before as I was about to speak she cut me off “Shhhh, relax darling you didn’t do anything wrong. I was the one who invited you into my home so I’m in charge” she said as she placed her hands gently on my still hard cock, giving it a rather hard squeeze, before placing kisses once again on my shaft. She then sunk down on me, slowly, it was torturous. Once she bottomed out she stopped for a moment before she started to bounce slowly on my cock. My hands found her hips as I guided her down on me, it took me everything in me not to trust up into her, she must have read my mind as she said “Don’t even think about it”

She then began to pick up her pace, slamming down on me as hard as she could, our mixed moans sounded like music to my ears. “I can feel your close” Y/n said as she continued to fuck herself on me “Not yet” I told her, still wanting to make her cum first. Just then she stopped completely. “Fuck” I called out, “Please” I begged her. She just gave me a look “Please? I’ll be good I promise!” I cried out, not even recognizing my own voice, that was filled with desperation. “You know what on second thought maybe you’re right. I’m changing my mind, I can have some fun with this, you don’t cum until I say you can, do you understand?” “Yes ma'am” I replied

Y/n remained still, rubbing her clit as she began to chase her own orgasm, I could feel her squeezing me as she continued to rub violent circles on the swollen bud. Everything was getting too much, I felt like I would die if I didn’t cum right there in then. My hands gripped the sheets, head thrown back into the pillows as she began to slowly bounce on my cock once more. I could feel her get closer and closer as she increased her speed, her hands on my chest as she rode me beautifully. She grabbed one of my hands, placing it on her clit, indicating me to grant her that extra sensation needed for her release. “You’re doing so good baby, almost there”

She said praising me, I could feel her pussy start to spasm around my cock and I knew I couldn't hold off any longer. “Cum, inside me” that was all I needed to hear as I let go, my orgasm washing over me. Y/n came right after, fucking us both through our hard orgasms.

It didn’t take long before she collapsed on my chest, the two of us trying to catch our breath, coming down from our hard orgasms. I don’t ever think I had cum so hard in my life.

We stayed like that for a while, laying in a comfortable silence. I was first to break the silence “What the fuck was that” I said, laughing a bit. “I don’t fucking know” she responded slowley getting off of me, as I noticed the mess we made. “I don’t think you understand how much I needed that” Y/n said, burying her face into a pillow.

“Not as much as I did” I responded, before I got up to grab a towel to clean us both up.

I knelt carefully between her legs as I cleaned the mixture of our juices. “You know, If I wasn’t so sensitive and exhausted I would have asked you to eat me out right now” She said, looking at me between her thighs. I could feel myself blush at the comment.

I looked at the clock and it read 5:30 am. Without even thinking about it I went to grab my clothing that was thrown in different parts of the room. “Don’t tell me you're leaving already Cash” Y/n called out in a sad tone. “We don’t need to be at the arena until noon, stay, get some rest, you have a big match coming up and plus you look like shit” she said jokingly “Have you looked at yourself?” I looked like a hot mess.

I decided to join Y/n in bed, for the few hrs of sleep, that would end up being the best sleep of my life.

I didn't know what would happen after today but I knew something. No matter what would happen in a few hours I would fight. I would fight for us. Nothing would ever be the same after what happened, in good ways and bad but I knew this would be something worth fighting for.

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virgo-mess · 5 months

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My brain, as I'm trying to write the rest Silver Thread, Silver Bells, and Kidnapper for Hire, simultaneously. I have no clue why I'm doing it, but I am you guys 😂.

#thomas ian griffith #terry silver #terry silver x oc #enemies to lovers #cash x reader #black friday 2007 #eventual smut

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shawncantwrite · 7 months

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I know you've been hurt in this walk of life. (let me find my shoes, I will walk with you.) - A Larissa Weems x Reader hurt/comfort fic.

A/N: purely self indulgent. as previously mentioned on the last episode of dragon ball z, my partner of two years broke up with me. On top of that, I've been relapsing because I'm oh so smart, but enough of the sob story, Have this fic I coughed up during my Depressive episode

This isn't proofread because, well, my proofreader dumped me 😭

TW: Self-depricating thoughts, Self-harm, implied child abuse, just the sads all around

Your life was shit. Pure unadulterated shit. It feels like from the moment you were born the universe was out to get you, like every circumstance was a "fuck you" to the face. Nothing ever went right for you. For starters, your parents were the absolute worse. They were constantly breathing down your neck about your grades and about how you present yourself in public, gotta protect their image they would say. From a young age you had to act older than you ever should have had to. Then in highschool everything just came crashing down on you, fear of the future, dread from the past... you finding out you were an outcast was just the cherry on top; it was one thing for you to be your family burden, but now you're also a blood sucking monster! Just your luck.

Life was a sea you were drowning in constantly, you felt as if there wasn't a day where water wasn't in your lungs and your mind wasn't constantly belittling you. It was tiring, exhausting, whatever else is synonymous. You just want it to stop. You wanted to feel something other than your emptiness, your constant dread of a lack of purpose.

Maybe that's when it started.

The first time was an accident. You were working on a school project and was cutting up some cardboard for a model, unfortunately you're a clutz and you accidentally dropped your cutter. You winced and grabbed your wrist which was now bleeding. Oddly enough though... you didn't really mind. You'd blamed the vampirism then but.. then you found that the cuts on your wrist went from accidental to on purpose.It was a dumb idea now that you think about it, you realise that now, maybe not then. You wanted to feel something, anything. The stinging sensation of the blade piercing your flesh was intoxicating, it hurt, but it hurt so comfortably. You found solace in it, no matter how morally grey it seemed.

But now, several years later, standing in front of your bathroom sink and staring down at the very same flesh you've abused all theseyears you can't help but loathe the scars you made. It's entirely your fault, you think, but that doesn't make you hate it any less. You stare and stare, each scar a reminder of how miserable you were, how pathetic you were.

It was a reminder of what life was like before her.

Larissa was a breath of fresh air in your miserable life. If you walked around with a rain cloud above your head she was the one holding and offering you an umbrella. She made your life a little bit more tolerable simply by being in it. Ever since meeting Larissa, you've noticed you've made some good changes to yourself. One of them being that you were almost half a year clean from cutting yourself!

..Almost.

Your hands grip the edge of the sink tightly, fighting back tears as you stare at two fresh scars you made the night before. That familiar feeling of dread filled you again, blinding yourself from seeing reason. Relapse is normal, Larissa once said, but you refused to tell her, you didn't want to disappoint her.

Then again, nobodys more disappointed in you than you are.

You're so lost in your self-loathing that you fail to hear the front door to your apartment open, Larissa had a spare key, you felt it was only right for her to have one by your 7th monthasarry. She calls out for you from the living room, but you're too busy hating the person in the mirror to realise that.It's only too late when you realise. The door to the bathroom clicked open, your angel's voice filled with such worry over your silence. You're like a puppy around Larissa, the moment she's back in your vicinity you're like a dog missing it's owner and suddenly you're all over her. Not tonight, though. Tonight you were quiet. Tonight you were staring at yourself and your scars, hating yourself like you always do.

It's only then you look up to stare at her, she's quick to be by your side her hands rough, a testament to her hardwork, yet so soft and gentle when handling you. She grabs onto your wrist and notices the fresh scar from the night before, her beautiful oceanic eyes painted with deep worry.

She takes you to your bedroom and sits you down. She's talking, but it all feels like it's underwater to you, you felt like the world and everything around you wasn't real at the moment, with nothing but the ringing in your ears distracting you. You try to make out what she's saying but ultimately give up. She's cleaning your wound, you notice, she's taken a first aid kit and she's making sure your cut is properly disinfected. Her touch is so soft and caring, it almost makes you tear up and cry. You stare at her, her eyes fixated on her task. You take a moment to admire her, her beautiful blonde hair, the way her brows furrow and her nose scrunches when she's focused.. for a moment, you're lifted from the tide and you can see clearly; you see her. Your Larissa, Your love.

When you realise those blue eyes are staring back at you, that's when you notice you seem to have regained your grasp on reality, she's looking at you with such warmth yet such worry, you feel bad for burdening her, but you've never been a burden, not to her, no. She adores you. She wishes you could see that.

"Are you okay?" Her words finally register, you blink at her, unsure what to say. Are you okay? You don't know yourself, honestly. She can see the conflict going on in your mind and hums, as if understanding something, her hand hovers over your cheek, a silent question in her eyes. You press your cheek into her palm and nuzzle into it, your eyes closing at the warmth and familiarity of her touch. Her eyes soften at that, her thumb caressing your cheek.

"Do you want to talk about it?" You shake your head, finding yourself unable to speak. She nods in understanding and the two of you stay there for a while, a comfortable silence falling between the two of you.

Eventually, She moved you further onto the bed. Her heels were discarded somewhere across the room, her coat hanging against the headboard, you stare up at her as she situates you so that your head lay on your chest, the steady rise and fall of chest calming your nerves and anxiety that you didn't even realise was there.

Silence falls between you two again, but you don't mind at all. Her hand mindlessly draws shapes on your back with her fingers. You bury yourself in her embrace, her touch alone lifting away all your worries... well.. almost all of them. You felt the need to open up to her but you hesitate, that same old voice in the back of your head telling you not to bother her with your pathetic whines. But as you look up at her and you find her staring back at you with nothing but love and warmth.. you can't help but let the dam loose.

You lay there and open up about everything, how tired you've felt recently, how disgusting you feel especially when it comes to your scars. You want to cry, but you can't, so you just kept it all in until you couldn't anymore. As you rant, She listens to you intently, her eyes filled with nothing but understanding and care. When you end your small tangent, she brings your wrist up to her face and presses a kiss to it.

"Thank you for telling me," She whispers softly, her lips pressing against the skin of your wrist, you shiver at the contact, confused as to what she's doing. She continues to kiss your wrist.. no, your scars, you notice, and you watch in silence, your eyes curious yet filled with warmth.

She takes her time with each one, each kiss soft and meaningful. You could feel the pure love radiating off of her, it was overwhelming. It nearly made you cry, but what really did it were her next words."I know I can't do much to help you see yourself the way I see you." She mutters against your skin, her eyes reading into yours.

"But not once have I ever found you pathetic or disgusting, nor have I ever thought you were a burden." She pulls away from your wrist and caresses your cheek once again, her gaze filled with sincerity. You listen to her, clinging onto each word, the familiar feeling of warmth from her comfort already lifting the weigh on your shoulders.

"And most of all," She grabs your wrist with her free hand, her fingers gliding across the skin. "These scars... while the way they got there is.. unconventional. They're a testament to how resilient you are, how resilient you have been."

"I will never view them as disgusting, because despite everything, they still make up the person that you are, and I love you all the same. And I'll continue to do so, For as long as you'll have me."

Tears sting your eyes, but not in a bad way, never in a bad way with Larissa. Your heart was swelling with such gratitude and love for the woman before you. You can't help but stammer like an idiot, your tears spilling down your cheek. It was an embarrassing sight, you're sure of it, but not to her, she wipes away every tear wordlessly, no judgement or mockery in her eyes. Just pure unfiltered love, love you never recieved growing up, love you needed all this time, love you deserved, love she offered.

As you fall asleep that night with her arms wrapped around you and the steady beating of her heart lulling you to sleep, you come to the conclusion that living isn't so bad, as long as you had your Larissa.

#larissa weems x reader #I am hanging on by a thread #Waaaaaaa #Hurt and comfort yayyy #This isn't cash money #It's fine I'll be okay #Just some sadness with comfort #It's funny I posted this on kinktober #Because I'm probably going to read a smut fic after this #You will too #This is also on ao3 I think I don't remember hahahahah

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